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friday night flood…

Meine Damen und Herren
Cast your eyes to The Center of the Universe
Stand up pilgrim and move your hips
In a convex mirror they paint their lips
Come in, Pilgrim, enter this trance
Kommen Sie bitte rein!
They’re naked and they dance

Off with your traveling shoes
So caked in mud
Since we’re out of holy water
Can we wash them in blood?

The sky is teary eyed
And the road is bitter mud
What was blown in by the storm
Is taken out by the flood.

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